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I have this thing I do each night. Since days can get so hectic and there is not always dedicated time to sit and focus on the dogs, each night before bed I sit on the floor with them. Melvin will snuggle up next to me and Jake climbs on my lap and flips over backwards (I’ll get video for you, he’s like a dog baby). I pet them and, nerdily enough, sing ‘their’ songs to them. It’s clear I’ll never be a songwriter but my audience does not even understand the human words I’m saying so to them, I’m a Grammy contender.

Melvin’s song is: Oh Melvin, into my life you came. Oh Melvin, no day is ever the same. Oh Melvin, Max is our angel up above, Oh Melvin, to you I give my love.

(See, I improved! And PS. That song is where the blog name comes from.).

Then it came time to give Jake a song. I tried so hard to be loving, to be thoughtful. I mean for God’s sake, these are lullabies. But the song in my head was always the same… I’m a little Frenchie, short and stout, here are my meatballs, here is my pee.

I love that you admit to dog songs and yours are unique and wonderful! Humphries has retained the name “Stinky” since he was a wee puppy–the raw food keeps his gas manageable so the nickname is the trademark for his lovingly stubborn Frenchie personality. I sing “Stinky Stinky Stinky Bum Bum, how stinky is my Bum Bum?” to him every morning, and I ask him throughout the day “Why you so Stinky?” (in a loving voice accompanied by kisses). And *how* do French bulldogs learn to roll their eyes like that?

I would have been dashed if Jake’s song was anything else! Ours is more like a rhyme or a jingle: “Raymo, Baymo biggety bop, went to a dance that was called the Hop.” and “Julius e-bulius a mooley ooly foolius.” Clearly a lot of thought was put into these. 🙂